I was delighted and troubled and even a little disappointed all at the same time. I knew that this was something any responsible wife should do but so...ething in my perverted mind wanted my wife to get knocked up by someone other than myself. The fact that Sameer was not white added even more to the thrill. My mind was quickly sorting through all the problems at the same time and coming up with no clear answers.It was two weeks before Sameer would be moving in. During that time Demi and I. She had tried to stop it. She had put in a real effort to get their relationship back on track, she even changed all of her shifts at the hospital to avoid Paul, but resistance was futile. He had buried himself inside her. Even when she and Oliver had taken his brother’s kids to the zoo and they’d been having a really good day she’d still been thinking about Paul. She was thinking about Paul when they had sex, but she would never admit that. She thought it was the right thing to be honest with. It's just dried blood, toss it in a corner or something." From her continued shaking, she was obviously still scared, and the way that she slowly inched forward to the offending garment. "Hold on, I'll get it." I went through the bag and tossed the worst of the offenders in a pile."Throw those out tomorrow, the rest are just spotted with blood. See if you can have someone remove the blood. If they need advice, ask at the temple of Kassandra. They should know how." She was looking at me in a new. ” McKenzie’s eyes were still wide and glazed, even as they blinked up excitedly into mine. Her pink lips were wet and soft. I realized, looking into her hot, smoky gaze, that she was close to orgasm herself.The thought that she was getting off just from sucking my cock was the final wrench that twisted me over the edge. I tumbled into pleasure, my body coursing with it. McKenzie’s lips sealed around my shaft and she gulped down strand after strand of my hot, sticky spunk. I could feel her.